Monday, July 9, 2012

Part 2

So I took a fast ride to the brigham in the the wee hours of the morning of the 9th.  Once I got there we had an ultrasound with a less than friendly tech who left Shazam and I in the ultrasound room and didn't tell anyone to bring me back to my room.  Once in the room I was hooked up to the monitors and left to bake literally for the next 24 hours.  They kept the room dark so I have no understanding of time.  I remember them rounding in the morning telling me I was doing ok.  At some point a neo came down and spoke with us but I have very little recollection of that.  At some point my parents came and stood at the end of my bed for a few minutes  I tried to make my mother feel better since I could tell she was freaking out.  I sent out a text message that can only be described as e e cummingsesque which freaked the recipients out more than I was trying too. Shazam left at some point to get some food with her bff who drove down.  I spoke with my bff but I don't know what I said.  Pretty much I don't remember much of what happened over the next 24 hours.  All I can really recall is that I was freaking hot.  Mag is the devil I swear.  I was convinced that I was going to spontaneously combust.  I sent Shazam to get me a mix of cranberry and apple juice with crushed ice.  I really wanted to lay in it.  We rounded out the day with the second steroid shot (ouch!).  Shazam snoozed on the couch/bed thing and I lay in bed on my side listening to the babies heart beat.  I was terrified.  I gave the baby pep talks and did some yoga breathing.  I must have slept some but I don't really remember it.  I mostly just tried to will my bp down and my liver and kidney function up.  It didn't work and the next day would be the day we met our daughter.


mommie2be said...

I cry every time I read about these terrifying days. You are so strong.

Meegs said...

So scary, all of it. What an experience... and I'm sorry the staff all seemed to make it worse!